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aquarium-ina-bag · 11 months

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 7

'Cause you live in my day dreams ch. 7

Word count: 2.7k

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader (She/they)

Warnings: Mention of blood, pain, bullets.

A/N: So sorry I took so long had a project anyyywaayyyy, if I do breaks again Im able to do drabbles so ask away. I have an Idea for a side au with Jenna, just confused about how I'm gonna use this character R and actor R (Gasp spoilers, wtv) enjoy, give suggestions yatta yatta.

Small conversations spread among the bar, bottles hitting stained, polished wood and smooth granite countertops, and low music playing. It definitely wasn’t a big bar, but it was the home of drunken souls in the outskirts of Jericho. And tonight it housed hopeful, evil, and grieving souls.

The door swung open, hitting the bell. A small three-man group raised their heads to see the newcomer as the bartender gave his regular warm smile to the eccentric man.

"Evenin’ James, usual?" The bartender cleaned a glass, ready to serve.

"Nah nah, I need somethin’ tougher; I’m ina surprising mood tahnigh’ hit me hard." James was practically jumping and shaking.

The bartender started to pour him a fireball.

"Well, gee, it seems like you've got something heavy already." He slid the glass across the counter.

James quickly caught it and brought himself to the table of three men. He threw his head back and drank with speed. "Fellas, I got that damn thing that's been killin’ my livestock." He slammed his hands on the wooden table.

The three of them laughed, and one spoke up. "The fucking big creature you saw, with the big claws and skin like a lagoon?" Dune made gestures to mock James' description.

"Nah na! It’s real, but this one had wings! My god, the size of them nevah seen before, the tips nosebleed red, and it-it-it got deeper colah at the base." James tossed around his arms to depict this creature of the night "OH! And-and-and when I shot the bitch, the speed it took was incredible! Even though I shot it in the wing, damn it was moving maybay 300 miles?"

The group looked at the man in front of them like he was on shrooms, he sure acted like it. The bigger male chuckled, "So you’re saying some big ass peregrine falcon, has been taking your sheep, and when you shot it, it left at the speed of 300 miles per hour?"

"No, no, Harlow, it gave me my sheep back! It done dropped the sheep back in the pen, ALIVE! The damn hooves were painted pink! Fuckin pink!" James explained.

The men were invested now. "You got two creatures in your fences now?" Harlow asked.

"Yes! One is killing them, the other is saving them. Like an angel." James fawned over his findings.

Chuck took a sip of his beer before speaking. "Well, you said it was dark and bloody lookin’, don’t sound like no angel to me."

"What would I call it then?" James questioned his ideas.

"I say call it a blood hawk, it’s easy to identify," Harlow said as he toyed with the ring of condensation on the wood. "Also, go buy one of them cameras that videos motion."

The bartender couldn’t hold his words anymore. "Say, you know what’s known for having creepy abnormalities, that Nevermore school miles away. That lagoon creature you were talking about James, I think it’s been seen there plenty of times."

The bartender pushed a glass towards a shaggy brown-haired man, his hair long, as were the scars on his face as if he were mauled by a beast. The man’s clothes looked so mismatched and ripped; he had a beard starting to grow; and he looked homeless but still had money to buy a drink. This man couldn’t help but listen to the conversation; he made clear, surprised expressions at the words ‘Nevermore’ ‘Blood hawk’ ‘sheep’ and ‘alive’. All this man could do was hum in acknowledgment.

"I’ll look into it once I get home." James smiled and continued to change the subject.

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"Wednesday I know you usually don’t regret things, but I honestly feel so awful about hurting Y/n," Enid said with her chin on her school desk, her body droopy.

Sure, that is true Wednesday doesn’t feel regret, but everything she regrets on her mind is rooted in because of you, she regrets ever talking to you, accepting your dual, working on the project with you, letting you see something vulnerable in her—she regrets a lot when it comes to you.

"They said it was fine." What Wednesday really regretted was letting you leave and trusting that you would take care of yourself. She hasn’t seen you all morning. The thought of you bleeding out that whole night banged on her cranium.

Enid turned to face the goth, laying her cheek on the cold wood. "You don’t really believe that." Wednesday regrets not smothering her roommate, and Enid started to understand Wednesday’s ‘signs’. The raven stayed silent, keeping it that way the whole period.

When it was over, she took her free period to confirm that Enid hadn’t murdered you. She checked the gym; you weren’t there. Wednesday looked where you feed birds; no luck. She entered your dorm to find clutters of paper and files scattered around your desk. As if a voice was pulling her into the room, Wednesday walked in and shut the door behind her, making a careful walk across the room to your desk. The floorboards creaking had an unusual pattern as if someone were in the room with her. The raven was on edge but still curious; determined to find out why you were gone.

The goth inspected the papers on your desk. Pictures of the farm you two went to, papers containing information about the owner of said farm. What really stuck out were documents from the U.S. government. How in the world were you able to access something like this? The thought that you were taken by the FBI could make her chuckle. Wednesday shuffled the small stack, trying to get them back in order. When the order was found, Wednesday couldn’t stop reading.

In brief, the documents explain how an ‘anomaly’ that was captured in December of last year escaped a government vehicle, killing four of the six men in said vehicle. This creature never made it to the lab for testing, questioning, and possible execution. This creature could be conjured by American citizen Tyler Galpin.

Tyler was out, and that was him; he was still lurking in the towns, waiting for his next victim.

Wednesday looked around for anything that could reveal she was here, and when she turned to the glass screen door, a shine drew her in like everything else in this room.

Unlocking it and stepping onto the concrete, she looked down to find a bullet that was almost perfectly clean. Why would you have a perfect bullet here? The casing was gone, so this was fired.

This curious black cat bent down to pick up the fired bullet. Her head was shot backward, and scenes dashed and flashed across her vision.

Fingers that weren’t yours loading ammunition in a firearm; the bullet flying into feathered flesh, then deeper into warm blood and muscle; with her perspective being the bullet, Wednesday felt layers decompressing her. From what she could guess, it was feathers falling off, then skin, then muscles. The bullet dropped in a pool of blood; something or more of a surplus made a horrific shriek as if it was getting brutally attacked. She couldn’t tell what made it, and the warmth of blood left her after the vision ended.

Once the vision was over, Wednesday moved her head back. It felt as if someone was beating her skull; that never happens with visions, but that aside, what did she just see? Wednesday began to make a hypothesis, clearly, this was past, not future, and this bullet wasn’t yours, but she couldn’t be sure if you fired the weapon, it was shot in some bird, but why was the bullet removed like that, layer by layer? What was that screaming?

The girl’s head was pounding, and before she left your room, she took the bullet, the papers. She wanted to find some type of DNA in the room, but her head said otherwise.

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Something was wrong; your brain was triggering some sort of defensive reaction, and you didn’t understand what was triggering it. You’re trained to keep your brain in full control, to know when you’re being psychologically attacked, and currently, the right and left sides of your brain are disagreeing with something. Before you can get the problem fixed, you need to know the problem. That could wait though.

"I really need to train back home again." You muttered to the wind, and it raced past as if responding.

You smiled as you continued to walk along the side of a gravel road. This scenery wasn’t better than the woods with Wednesday; did you even look at the view when you were with Wednesday? What were you focused on?

This constant questioning of yourself was scaring you. Your family described you as a person, with no limits, but you had to be in control of your whole body, and recently you weren't. Maybe that’s why you're triggering a defensive response.

You stopped at a small home surrounded by flat, crop-growing land, knocking on the door before you looked yourself up and down. With a small smirk, you thought the outfit looked like a hitman in the winter decked out in dark, puffy clothes. Hey, it was close to the beginning of winter.

Once the door opened, a taller man, maybe 2 inches taller than you, greeted you with a grimace.

"Well, who the hell is you? Matrix-looking kid. All these damn new fashion trends." His accent was a deep Southern one.

You chuckled before speaking, "You, James Turner?" Your hands shuffled in that dark, puffy jacket, pulling out a picture of the man in front of you.

"Who’s asking?" He got closer to you, and smelled like booze.

You've shown him the photo now. "There’s a problem if someone did." You murdered someone, sir?" He could have the other night if your thesis was right.

"I ain’t kill nobody, did I?" Bingo. James started to get a little scared, you could read it off his body language.

"Well, I heard a complaint about some gunfire, and when I asked around for you, I heard you shot something." Part of that was a lie, you didn't really ask, just lots of tabs closing at a bar.

James looked like a child getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar; he was going to break. "Listen, somethin’ been stealing my animals. I was waiting to shoot it last night, then this big bird-like person dropped a sheep in the pen, and I shot at it."

Your face scrunched in confusion. "Why would you shoot something, dropping your sheep back off? And you said human-looking? You were going to just kill a person like that?" You took steps forward, and James kept backing up until both of you were in the house.

"I jus wan-tah to catch em’ , Ay I don’t even think that was them! Something else was killing my animals, it was green and-and-and large, eyes like a bug." Tsk tsk James, the hole he dug just kept getting bigger.

You were so close in his space that he tripped into a seat. "So you shot something that you wanted to catch even though it helped you; it wasn’t even the creature that was killing! What were you going to do, James? When you caught it, that is."

"I I I." He sure does stutter you noted, "I was gonna report it for stealing."

You gripped the table, did it crunch? James questioned. "What’s the story, Turner? You said it gave back…"

"You’re right It was, it was." He was sweating badly.

"Good, so you understand that you committed attempted murder? Correct?" Your voice was deathly low. "It can be a pretty hefty sentence, James."

He watched you move around his house, preparing a glass of water, before sitting across from him.

"I’m going to jail?" He looked on the verge of tears.

You paused before speaking, a clicking sound filled your silence. "Yes, if you refuse to comply with me." You took a long sip of water, making Turner wait in anguish. "Heard you’re gonna set up cameras around this place, I want you to set up cameras around the woods, set up baits, get as much footage of this killing creature as you can, and hand all of the footage, pictures, and what you baited with to me. Sound simple?"

"Course, anything yes, please, I jus don’t wanna go to jail." He nodded like a bobblehead.

"Perfect, and don’t think you can escape this; I've got all the information to make a court session last less than 10 minutes." You smiled and finished the glass. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, you wrote one of your numbers and labeled it, 'Turn in footage work and info here'

"Cya round James Turner." And just like that, after scaring this older male, you left, walking back to Nevermore.

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This headache wanted to make Wednesday have a lobotomy or struck like Zeus to get Athena out. She could barely piece together the papers in front of her. Enid watched her struggle to work, pointing it out like always.

"What’s up with you? I feel like this is easy."

"My head has been in pain since I had that vision, usually that doesn’t happen," Wednesday explained as she moved the sheets and note cards around the board.

Enid knew that if the pain was really bothering her, this headache was something from hell. "Hm, do you want to take something? Or maybe take a break?"

"I did; it got worse." Wednesday's face barely scrunched as she spoke. "I don’t need a break either."

Thumps on the door broke the conversation; they both looked at each other, then Enid went to open it.

You stood there with a toothy grin and said, "Hey Sinclair, where’s Wednesday?"

"I don’t know if she would be up for a date, Y/n, she’s got a raging headache." Enid knew Wednesday stole from you, so she had to make somewhat of an excuse.

You paused for a second. "I, uhm, no, I’m not here for that, she has something I ne-"

Enid shut the door in your face and said, "They know!" Whisper yelling to the goth. All she did was nod and signal to let you in.

Enid slowly opened the door to let you in; once you did, Wednesday’s now migraine blared. She gripped the side table near her.

"Evening Addams, I’m guessing you know why I’m here." You walked closer to her, maybe 5 inches away from her now.

"Why," she paused to take a breath, "why do you have them?"

You raised a brow and said, "I could ask the same." You whispered, getting closer to her ear. "You can get in trouble if you have them; I know how to take care of them." Also, you have a vision?"

Wednesday wanted to make sure this wasn’t some fake whispering again, so she clutched the bottom of your shirt. For you, it seemed like desperation. She released you and went to take the papers.

"Yes." Wednesday handed the papers back. Just like that, the pain was gone, and she could think straight now.

"Doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?" This no-distance whispering with you was going to kill Wednesday; it made her feel sick again.

She slowly nodded, and with that, you backed up and said your goodbyes, then left.

So many holes—how did you know about the papers? Where have you been all day? How did the vision connect with the headaches? How did you fix it? What trouble did you mean? Why do you have those papers? What were you going to do with it? Her loud thinking was blocked.

"So no more evidence?" Enid asked.

"The bullet—I still have it."

"Well, it is like almost 12. Let’s look at it tomorrow. Also, who comes to someone’s door at 11? Also, what did she tell you? I couldn’t hear, over the sound of you two practically making out with each other's whispering. Wait a minute, you didn’t even whisper; you just nodded. What was that about? Whatever, that's a question for tomorrow. I’m too tired, night Addams." Enid threw herself onto her bed and crashed to sleep.

Wednesday, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same; she needed to get answers.

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #Where danger finds me it follows with tides #WDFMIFWT

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ofviolentdeathmuses · 2 months

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name: Peregrine “Peri” Harden

what: Human

age: 32

birthday: September 22

occupation: Hunter, considering deflecting

location: Nomadic

faceclaim: Evan Rachel Wood

status: Single Verse

relationship: Involved with Queenie

parents: Gregory Hardin, mother deceased

siblings: Nebula(deceased), Stone(presumed dead), River, and Bo

kids: None

The eldest of the Hardin children, Peri is a force of nature. She’s wild, quick on her feet, calculative, and adaptable. She fell in line quickly and easily, taking to hunting as easily as breathing. She’s better adjusted than her siblings are because of her willingness to just do as she was told.

She had tried to keep Stone on the straight and narrow, told him to stop arguing so damn much, but her brother was stubborn, quick to question and fight, everything she wasn’t and she knew it was causing issues. After he disappeared, she never thought he was dead, she turned her attention to River and Bo, warning them that they would end up just like their idiot brother if they didn’t listen.

Despite her seemingly compliance with the hunting family, she doesn’t actually like it. She was the one who told Dawn where to go when her cousin took pity on a fae child. She's been Ryland's lifeline for years. She stayed in contact with Riley and everyone at Hadleigh Creek, sending the occasional being there when she could get away with it. When she found out her brother was still alive and that he was a werewolf, she accepted him without question or hesitation. She is also knowingly dating someone that's not entirely human. She wants out, she just has no way out at the moment.

Other Info Threads Face Drabble

#oc #primary #peri #peregrine

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drearydaffodils · 9 months

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peregrinefalcvn · 2 years

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Prompt 07: Get Me. A drabble about one character saving another. For @wardeniii.

Erin sold her soul the day she was Judged. Freedom cost a bullet in a stranger’s skull. That’s not a deal you walk away from with much good in you left intact. Sometimes, she wishes they’d taken her heart, too. It would have been easier, had she not cared. Had her teammates been only teammates. Had some of them not found their way into the strange thing still beating in her chest, found a space there. They’re creatures of violence, a team tailor made for violence. They’re given mokiers of birds that kill to survive, and they’re told to do the same. Erin doesn’t keep count of how many lives have ended at their hands, how many more have been touched by their violence. There’s no point. It’s too many. None of them are redeemable.

There should be no room in this arrangement for soft feelings. For fleeting moments of tenderness. For four letters words Erin doesn’t let herself think about. Yet, she finds it anyway. Waking up next to Nour, limbs still tangled together, a smile on her mouth. Laying soaking wet and wild eyed next to Lars on a rocky beach, looking with disbelief at the spot where the car hit the water and then at each other, confessions spilling from their lips as they come down from the adrenaline high. Silently sharing a cigarette with Ward at two AM after flying down the highway, never talking about the danger, never talking about what it means.

They’ve watched her kill in cold blood. They’ve let her into these moments all the same. Hearts are full of contradictions like that. It’s what makes them so dangerous. If the Faceless were smarter, they would have taken Erin’s when they took her soul. Instead, most of it ended up with the Birds of Prey.

That’s the kind of thought that, under typical circumstances Erin would promptly squash down and pretend never existed. She is not under typical circumstances.

It’s a mission that requires a more delicate touch than Erin has ever had. The Snow Owl, Falconet, and Harrier, are enacting what they’ve very creatively named Plan A. Plan A is a complex web of breaking and entering, disguise, invisibility, lock picking, and social finesse. Weeks in the making, Plan A is elegant, smooth, and meticulous. Successfully managed, it could be weeks before anyone realizes that it even occurred. Erin hopes, with everything she has, that it’s going well. But the thing about Plan A, about any plan as complex as this one, is that it is full of points of failure, and offers precious little in the way of exit routes. Even more worryingly, Plan A is also taking longer than expected. Much longer. Never a good sign. They’ve agreed on a time limit. It’s nearly up. If there’s no signal in the next — Erin checks her watch — one minute and forty-three seconds, they go with Plan B. No one likes Plan B. Mostly because while Plan A requires an entire dossier, Plan B can be effectively summed up in a single line:

Peregrine Falcon comes in and kills everyone. Figure out the rest later.

Erin tries not to think about it. She’s largely unsuccessful.

One minute and seventeen seconds.

Fuck.

Three pieces of her heart are in that room. She focuses on her breathing. Does the sort of exercise snipers who don’t have a preternatural ability to never miss have to rely on.

Fifty-one seconds.

She won’t go in early. She won’t. Can’t risk interrupting them. Not to the last possible moment. She owes them that much.

Thirty-five seconds.

Come on. Signal.

Please.

Nineteen seconds.

There’s no point in pretending otherwise. She’s counting it down.

Five. Four. Three. Two One.

Zero. Plan B.

What happens next is largely what you’d expect. The thing about violence is it gets predictable, after a while. It’s faster than most realize. Most fights only last a few hits. And that’s between combatants who can miss. She has to be fast. Fast enough that she can hold onto her power, that she can fire a gun with no risk of hitting the wrong target. In the end, Plan B takes nine minutes and twenty-two seconds. Erin finds three pieces of her heart, injured but alive, everyone in the building who would harm them dead on the ground.

It will take several hours for the piece still in her chest to stop pounding.

#memes.#prompts.#ch: ward.#ch: lars.#ch: nour.#birds of prey.#forgive the graphic photoshop is my enemy tonight #also forgive the actual saving being so little of this

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fckmini · 4 years

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hi!! for the writing suggestions, how about some platonic merry and pippin? maybe playing pranks on each other?

I really hope this is okay! Please send in more suggestions! Please send criticisms in the replies! Thank you so much for requesting! I hop you have a good day!

Prank wars!

Platonic fluff! Merry and Pippin x gender neutral reader

link to my masterlist is here

342 words

@aceofatook

A smirk widened on your faces as you looked over at Merry, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"Merry, what’s wrong?" You asked, a chuckle rising in your throat. It was a warm, blissful summer morning in the Shire, and all was well... for most hobbits. Being close friends with Merry and Pippin meant each day never ran smoothly. Most blamed it on the Took blood surging through Pippin, which often caused situations like this. The mischievous glint in his and Merry’s eyes this morning swiftly led to you waking up to cold water drenching you and your bed. This left you wanting revenge, and the unfortunate sprinkle of salt in Merry’s drink was the humble start of The Epic Prank War (part 5, as these things rarely ended, and when they did, it was only for a meal). The rest of the days, weeks, and months were spent tying shoe laces together, jumping out at each other unexpectedly, and telling them you hid three of their things each in the woods, when you quite wickedly hid only two, so Merry and Pippin spent most of their day searching for an item they never lost. There was never a clear "winner", despite how you all wanted to claim yourself as the best. Bubbles of laughter filled you and burst out of your throat as you witnessed Pippin growing increasingly impatient with his hiding place, ready to scare Merry. Little did he know, Merry was hiding, prepared to scare Pippin. Unfortunately for them, but fortunately for you, this happens more often than one would think. Pippin, being the more restless of the two, would usually give up hours later and squeak in terror as a delighted Merry exclaimed "BOO!"

Luckily for everyone, they knew when to stop and would often have a "truce"; despite the mutual paranoia of the break being infiltrated by more silly pranks, it was usually nice to finally relax with them. They always enjoy entertaining you and hearing you laugh. There is never a dull moment with these two.

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marcusmettalus · 6 years

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War of Thorns AU

@drew-winchester

Tyran looked across the Great Sea, at the smoldering husk that once was the World Tree. He had always been calm when out of combat, the cold battle rage that usually took control would be a distant creature. Now though, a cold searing hate festers below his neutral mask. The tree had been burning for hours now, and showed no signs of slowing, the flames voracious as it ate through the great boughs and roots.

He was there when his wife blessed the tree, centuries ago. It stood against the test if time and strife,, but in just a short few days, it is gone. And possibly for good. When Sylvanas had ordered the attack,, he wished for blood. Oooh how he wanted to bury his axe in that wretched witch. Even Pa'chua, the ever calm and silent, had that raging ember of hate his his eyes, the Tauren even struck Sylvanas with a Hammer of Judgement before he was subdued by Nathanos and some half dozen orcs before he did anything more. Saurfang was needed to calm down Tyran and Pa'chua, he shared the anger, the distrust,, but they needed to wait.

Tyran stood at the shoreline, ashen waves crashed over the sandy beach, muddy ash beginning to coat his greaves before he moved away. Though he came across an elven body, a young female with white hair.

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A young night elf, she still had a slight plumpness to her face and frame, she would be seen as a youth by her people. She was slumped over, a bush of blackened arrows grew from her bent back, dried blood coated her leather armor and clothes, her pale shock of hair was marred with mud and sand. Another casualty of this accursed war.

Tyran sighs and he slowly kneels down by the body, his gauntleted hand lightly grasps the young girl's chin, lifting her up to look in her face. Those usual glowing eyes were colorless, blank, empty, but the old aging dragon could sense the parting emotions and feelings. Sadness, despair,, longing,, and apologetic? Tyran frowns slightly, the thick brows knitting together. Who was this young child apologizing to?

"Perry? Perry! Where are you? Peregrïn??" Tyran looks up as he hears someone shouting, and spies,, Khadgar? His robes are partially singed, as he has ran through fires, his hair slick from the sweat running across the man's brow. Tyran was about to respond when Khadgar spies him first, and the body beside him. Khadgar loses what color was left in his face, eyes wide and vacant, before they fill with rage.

"Khadgar, what are y-" Tyran has barely time to finish his sentence before a massive Arcane bolt slams into his chest and sends him tumbling onto the beach. The wind knocked from his lungs and his head spinning, Tyran tries to get back on his feet, trying to breath in the hot air.

"You beast! I trusted you! How could you do this?! Why did you kill her??" Khadgar swings Atiesh, another large anger and grief fueled Arcane bolt is flung at Tyran, who this time is prepared for it. Tyrannastrasz may be ancient, but he can still use magic and has taken worse.

His large hand catches the bolt in the air, the unstable magic twitching and crackling in the tight grasp, wishing to detonate, to tear apart reality. Tyran growls low, as he focused on the magic, slowly dimming the power and light, rending it harmless.

"Khadgar! Calm yourself boy, you know as well as I do I do not kill innocents. What Kaldorei warriors who attack me get knocked out and cast aside to be picked up later. You know this boy!" Tyran raises his voice, shaking his slightly smoking gauntlet, pin and needles dancing over his flesh.

The mage pants heavily, his eyes still wide and jittery, but he is starting to slow down, his racing mind beginning to gain more control and calm. Tyran slowly removed his helm, moving towards the white haired mage, but is moving carefully and slowly.

"Khadgar, Peregrïn,, this is Peregrïn?" The old Orc indicates to the still slumped over night elf body, Khadgar visibly shaking before giving a nod. Tyran sighs gently, his eyes down cast before beckoning Khadgar over. "Come then boy, I will need your help with bringing her soul back into her body. She is an Adventurer like myself, there is still time."

Khadgar blinks gently before more or less stumbling over to the body of his lover, Atiesh almost forgotten and clattering to the ground. "W,wait, what do you mean? She can be,, saved? But I thought,,?"

"Ha, you forget sometimes that I do still wield power from my lineage. But I need your help to guide her back to her body,, and to remove the arrows from her back. I know this will be,, difficult, but I need you to focus on her, you have to."

Khadgar nods earnestly as he kneels down beside Tyran. The Archmage knew for some time who Tyran was, and had multiple times asked for the aging Dragon's aide over the years since their first encounter in Outland. Now the Ancient needed Khadgar's help,, to save his beloved.

"I am going to hold her steady, and I need you to remove the arrows. And careful, they might still have toxins and poison on then still. One at the time " Tyran spoke gently, but steadily as he gingerly moved the limp body of the Night Elf around, so that the Mage could get at the arrows. The white haired mage clenched his fists, taking a slow shaky breath, trying to steel himself,, before removing the first arrow, using both his hands and a bit of magic.

Clitter, clatter, clitter, clatter. All the beach could hear was the ashen waves crashing on the shore, the hot breeze coming from across the waves, and the wooden arrows clattering onto the boulder underneath the trio. It was this for many minutes, as Khadgar tried to remove the arrows without making too much damage to Peregrïn's body. But it is soon done.

"That's,, that is the last one. Alodi's beard,," Khadgar shudders as he sees the vast network of scars and spread of poison over Perry's back.

"Boy. Focus. Now, I need you to hold her head, both hands, that's it. You can have her rest in your lap to make it easier, there we are. Now, I am going to be using a lot of Nature magic for this,, but it will be difficult. Given,, well,," Tyran instructs the mage before glancing across the sea to the remains of the tree.

"Yes,, some of the Druids have said that the balance is,, tipping."

"Ha, that's the gentle term for it. Bare with me now." Tyran breathes deep, closing his eyes while unbuckling and removing the heavy plated gauntlets, putting them into the blood soaked sand.

The large green hands are scarred and coarse, the nails cut back and trimmed close to the digit, the palms are scrapped and worn smooth. Ever so gently, Tyran places one hand on Perry's forehead, the other on the middle of the chest. As Tyran exhales, yellow starlight begins to trickle out o his maw, brilliant points of light racing along his arms to his hands. Across the sands comes fireflies of gentle greens and emerald, coalescing in the palms of the ancient warrior.

Khadgar had seen numerous times Druids and Priests healing others, but very few resurrections,, but they are usually more public, dramatic, with chanting of hallowed Psalms or ancient tongues. This feels,, more intimate, personal. No words are spoken, no grand gestures. Just,, flow of energy.

Tyran's eyes are screwed tight, rumbling lightly under his breath, the flow of starlight has stopped and his hands are wreathed in clouds of the fireflies and golden light. As one, he presses the hands down into Peregrïn, feeding the magic into the cool limp body. "Speak her name boy. Call her back from the beyond." Tyran spoke gently, still trying to control the wild magic in his hands.

Khadgar blinks rapidly before looking down at his lover, the one woman in the world he couldn't be without. "Peregrïn. Peregrïn,, please come back. Please come back."

The magic flows into the body, sewing flesh back together, mending bones and nerves, leaving all but scars behind. Color returns to the skin, warmth spreading throughout, warming up Khadgar clammy hands slowly

Then her eyes open, pure and pale starlight.

"K,, Khadgar?"

#wow #drew winchester #peregrin #wip #warcraft #feels #au #tyranastrasz #Drabble #DONE #sorry it took so long #Khadgar #War of Thorns AU #Pre-BFA #world of warcraft

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PERMANENT STARTER CALL FOR LORD OF THE RINGS' PEREGRIN "PIPPIN" TOOK. HEAVYILY FILM INFLUENCED. AS PLAYED BY BILLY BOYD.

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okay-j-hannah · 3 years

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1k Celebration Masterlist

Welcome to our 1k Posting Schedule! For fifteen days I will be publishing 2 works of writing and a celebratory post each day. The posting times will be 4 PM, 7PM, and 10PM - MST

This will begin September 5th and end sometime in the near future. As each is posted I will link it into this masterlist as well as its coordinated fandom masterlist. Requests will be open after everything is posted!

Sunday {5th}:

“Happy” - Tenth Doctor/Prompt: The Doctor returns to find you still without memory of him but also not thriving like he wanted you to

Q & A: What is your Hogwarts house?

“My Imaginings” - Bilbo Baggins/Fic: Have you ever looked at someone and wondered what’s going on inside their head?

Monday {6th}:

“English Tea” - Crowley/Drabble: The worrisome angel and demon wish to miracle away your overwhelming stress

Recommendations: Samwise Gamgee, Good Omens, Eleventh Doctor

“Your Hidden Strength” - BBC Sherlock Holmes/Oneshot: Sherlock seems indifferent to the hired housekeeper, but when she goes missing his life is thrown upside down

Tuesday {7th}:

“Jade” - BBC Merlin Part 1/Multishot: In the desolate kingdom of Viridian, a mysterious girl is found by Arthur and Merlin - the latter taking a liking to her immediately

Q & A: The way your blog is organized

“Little Visits” - Bucky Barnes/Fic: New to the compound, Bucky finds himself becoming more and more accustomed to you - you turning into a comfort for him

Wednesday {8th}:

“Simple Minded” - Tenth Doctor/Fic: You have convinced yourself that the Doctor would be quick to anger with you, but the reality is much more simple

Shoutouts: Good Omens, Loki, Doctor Who

“Give And Take” - Denny Duquette/Drabble: Denny’s recent diagnosis has turned your lives upside down, but it hasn’t stopped you from doing whatever to take care of him

Thursday {9th}:

“Emerald” - BBC Merlin Part 2/Multishot: You’ve found yourself stuck between secrets, including an arranged marriage and discovering Merlin’s magic

Q & A: What are you reading right now?

“Constant Variable” - BBC Sherlock Holmes/Fic: Sherlock is confused by what he feels around you - taking it a step further and conducting an experiment to pinpoint the cause

Friday {10th}:

“Titles & Editions” - Aziraphale/Fic: A being of pure love wanders into Aziraphale’s bookshop, prompting him to make a swift introduction

Recommendations: Random new fics

“Hello Captain” - Tenth Doctor & Jack Harkness/Drabble: Meeting the flirty Captain was bound to make your tics worse, but his response is all that more sweet

Saturday {11th}:

“The Greatest Hits” - Loki/Fic: The TVA wants to show Loki proof of his true timeline, revealing to him a beloved life with you

Q & A: Future career

“The Nearest Bouquet” - Samwise Gamgee/Drabble: Just give her some flowers... sounds simple, right? Nothing could go wrong

Sunday {12th}:

“For The Good Of The Heart” - Peregrin Took/Drabble: Pippin frequents the local healer for every little thing, purposefully making up reasons to go

Shoutouts: Marauders Era, Doctor Who, Random Fandoms

“The Warrior Princess” - Faramir Part 1/Multishot: The terrifying elf maiden has traveled to Gondor with Gandalf, surprisingly making acquaintance with an exceedingly patient and persistent Faramir

Q & A: How do you write for so many different characters?

“Viridian” - BBC Merlin Part 3/Multishot: It’s a race against time to get you back to Viridian before Merlin loses yet another person he loves

Recommendations: Loki, BBC Merlin, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, random new fics

Q & A: So who are your comfort characters?

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youraveragenicaddict · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

A/N - Hi, I would like to clarify some things about requests. I included all of the characters and fandoms I write for. If you would like to request an imagine, fanfiction, etc. about a character that isn’t mentioned below, message me, because there may be some fandoms I forgot about. Of course, I’ll update it as frequently as I can.

RULES:

I can T R Y writing smuts, but I’ve never done that so expect the worst if you do request it. I can’t promise I’ll be comfy w/ writing it :/

Right now, I write only Reader Inserts, but I could try and write character x character, so feel free to request :)

You can request any character, genre (any genre except smut), plot, etc.

I write series, headcanons, imagines, drabbles, etc.

Feel free to request any gender insert ( gender neutral, x male!reader, x fem!reader)

FANDOMS/MASTERLIST

ENOLA HOLMES

Lord Tewkesbury

STARGAZING - X Fem!Reader

Louis Partridge

Sherlock Holmes

Enola Holmes

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Reggie

CRAZY CAFETERIA GIRL - X Fem!Reader

DATING REGGIE WOULD INCLUDE - X Fem!Reader

Alex

Luke Patterson

GHOST NEXT DOOR - X Fem!Reader

GHOST NEXT DOOR PT. 2 - X Fem!Reader

Charlie Gillespie

TALKING TO THE MOON - Fem!Reader

Owen Joyner

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

SCARED - X Fem!Reader

MEETING DRACO MALFOY WOULD INCLUDE - X Fem!Reader

Ron Weasley

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

MARVEL

Loki

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

James ‘��Bucky’’ Barnes

LORD OF THE RINGS / THE HOBBIT

Legolas Greenleaf

Aragorn

Samwise Gamgee

Bilbo Baggins

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili

Fili

Peregrin Took

SHERLOCK BBC

Sherlock Holmes

UNLIKELY FRIENDS - X Friend!Reader

John Watson

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

IMAGINE DYING IN FIVE’S ARMS - X Fem!Reader

3 YEARS OF HALLOWEEN - X Fem!Reader

Ben Hargreeves

BRUNO AND BOOTS

Bruno Walton

Melvin ‘’Boots’’ O’Neil

Wilbur Hackenschleimer

Diane Grant

A/N - There are close to none fanfictions for this fandom, so I’ll write some :)))

SK8 THE INFINITY

Langa

Reki

Miya

Joe

Cherry Blossom

METAL LORDS

Hunter Sylvester

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - x GN!READER

SMOKE - X GN!READER

Kevin Schlieb

Emily

Clay Moss

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

HEADCANNONS - X M!READER

BRAIDS - X M!READER

TIED UP - X GN!READER

RELAPSES - X M!READER

Eugene Otinger

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Wait ~ E.O.

A/n: let’s be real this is a Drabble, and after how much I’ve struggled to write requests the rest will probably be as well so I can finally get them out to you guys.

Request: “1 from prompt list... Enoch x non-binary maybe?...” by anon

Prompt: #1 (here): “I should go” / “Or you should stay a little longer.”

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Hearing the music confused Y/n just a little bit. It was definitely piano, but it shouldn’t have been playing. It was clear, far different than the old recordings they had around that scratched and slipped and popped. It couldn’t have been Miss Peregrine either, because she had taken the others out on a picnic. Y/n knew that because they were sick in bed, and Miss P had given them a head’s up on her way out so Y/n wouldn’t be startled if they got up and moved around to see an empty house.

The thing was, Y/n was torn about whether they were happy to hear the music or not. On one hand, they had the WORST headache. On the other... their favorite music had always been made by pianos and violins - The two most beautiful instruments in their mind. Most importantly, the music was being played beautifully.

Half in irritation and half due to curiosity, Y/n plodded down the steps of the very special house for very special people like Y/n, which was uncharacteristically empty today. They wandered around, trying to narrow their eyes enough to block out the sun while still being able to see.

Following the music brought them to a small parlor room. They’d just moved since the attack on the old time loop and with the chaos of so many people and adjusting to a new place, Y/n hadn’t had much time to explore. Their quirk was that they had a sort of psychic link to all living creatures. Not in the form of mind reading, but of feeling emotions. Emotions that, unfortunately, demanded to be felt rather violently. Emotions that fell of people in waves of bright colors. With the many new people they were boarding with until they found their own place to make a new loop, Y/n had been overwhelmed and very sick. It was probably why Miss Peregrine has set up the picnic to begin with.

It was also why they loved music so much. They could listen to and feel music without it messing them up. It was a beautiful experience.

That was all beside the point though.

The small parlor was new to Y/n. It didn’t have much in it. In fact, the most noticiable things were a bunch of seats forming a semi circle around a large, blank wall, which is probably where the others sat to watch Horace’s dreams. The other thing in the room was a gorgeous grand piano. Sitting on the bench playing it, to Y/n’s shock, was Enoch.

Upon hearing the door open, Enoch jumped away from the piano like it had burned him, spinning around and tripping over himself to get away from the thing. Y/n covered their mouth to hide a laugh they knew Enoch would find offensive.

“You- you’re here,” he stuttered. For someone who was usually gloomy and withdrawn and sulky, Enoch was suddenly very read faced, waves of magenta rolling off of him and pooling on the floor like mist. The bits higher up twirled into the air and spun around, like rays of sun. Compared to his dark grey outfit, pale skin, and black hair, the colorful emotion was almost laughable in its brilliance.

“I am,” Y/n agreed. “I’ve Uh, been sick.”

Enoch oriented himself, and his color changed. Like food coloring falling into water, a rich purple and sickly green twisted and spun, spreading out from the middle and consuming all the magenta from before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ve been... there are a lot of people here. I’ve sort of been a recluse. Not talked much. Miss Peregrine said you’d all be gone.”

“I don’t think it occurred to her I’d be getting out of bed. Lots of people like you said. Very overwhelming, especially with how pretty the scenery outside is as well. I mean, emotions are one thing but living in a world that’s like some sort of painting? All those vibrant colors all the time? World’s worst headache.” Y/n suddenly rushed to end the ramble, embarrassed. They looked down at their hands and took reassurance that they could not see colors curling off of their fingers. Alone, at least, they had solace from the colors.

Enoch shuffled. “Well I’m sorry I bothered you. I just, uh, it’s peaceful. Easy way to blow off some steam, or make some noise that isn’t annoying. Never did like quiet. If you’re trying to get a break from emotions I’m sure you don’t want to see mine.” He scowled, the green taking over the purple now. It was the color green that spoke of disgust. Y/n immediately looked at their feet.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I-“ they swallowed. In all honesty, they had a bit of a crush on Enoch. It had started ages ago when being around Enoch had been a relief. His emotions were usually duller colors, because he was broody and sarcastic. Y/n wished him happiness, but if he was going to be grumpy then Y/n was going to enjoy it. The thing was, enjoying Enoch’s company had lead Y/n to taking part in it a lot. It wasn’t until Jake came around and ruined everything that Y/n withdrew, turned away by the sudden surging vibrant red of angry annoyance that spurted off of Enoch like fireworks. Since then, it had been one thing after another until Y/n was left feeling like Enoch got rather annoyed whenever Y/n was around anymore.

They figured he’d realized he liked not having them around and tried to keep their distance. Every time they showed up, Enoch got glummer than usual and his colors became like mop water. Not just dull, but muddy, and often mixing with hate and disgust. It made Y/n sick to see. If he was being honest, it was that more than anything that made him feel terrible.

“Why would you ever need to be sorry for anything?” Enoch asked quietly, seeming genuinely curious about that. “I’m the one that’s upset you.”

“I upset you first.” It was too honest, and Y/n felt their body tense. “Er, interrupting your piano playing. Which I didn’t know you did by the way.”

For the first time in a very long time, Enoch offered a smile. It was small, and he seemed shy about it, but it was there, and it stuck. “You never upset me, Y/n. I don’t think you could if you tried.”

At that, Y/n got angry. “Well don’t go lying to me now just because you pity me.” That seemed to startle Enoch. “Mind You Enoch O’Connor, I can see your emotions, remember? I can’t see all that hate and disgust that flares up everytime I’m around. I’m not blind and I’m not an idiot - don’t treat me one and just let me apologize already!”

For a long time, Enoch was stunned. Then he slowly realized, and his face morphed into a mix of emotions Y/n had gotten used to seeing. Irritation. Disgust. Frustration. Anger. Regret. There were new ones too. Ones that didn’t make sense. Amusement. The light bubblegum that usually signaled someone making sassy comments in their head. The color of attitude. Enoch finally shook his head, watching Y/n’s eyes flick around him but never looking directly at him. He had long since learned that it was them looking at the colors. With all the emotions in him right now, he was sure that the confusion on their face was the result of attempting to dicipher any of it.

“Remember that you can see feelings, but you don’t know why they’re there.” Y/n finally looked at Enoch, wary. “The hate and disgust wasn’t directed at you, Y/n. I-“ he purses his lips for a second. “When Jake came around, I was really annoyed with him. After his stupid grandfather I didn’t want another one coming around and hurting my friends by leaving again. And I knew he would. And then he did! He came back but that’s not the point.” He sighed, seeming to be taking a second to remind himself of something. “I let that get to me too much. I... remember how you’d flinch away from me every time Jake was around and my emotions would flare up. I felt terrible. One day you just disappeared, and then so much was happening and I‘d gone and pushed you away and now we might not ever be friends again.” He shrugged. Though not usually one to express himself, he’d always been loose lipped around Y/n. More so now after all they’d been through. Jake had taught him to talk, if nothing else, and Enoch could appreciate that at the very least.

Y/n looked at their feet. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that. That you felt so pressured to be calm around me, to repressed your emotions. And that I... mixed things up, rather than just talking to you. I know it’s not fair to read into your emotions with the hints I get when you never get a look into mine when it comes to you.” Suddenly they were both on high alert. The way Y/n had said that had been so far from talking about normal feelings like Enoch had been talking about. They had used a tone that was so distinctively... something more.

“What?” Enoch asked softly.

“I- I-“ Y/n began to back up, and Enoch didn’t have to see their emotional colors to know they were panicking. “I better go.”

Enoch surged forward, catching their arm. “No, wait.” He bit his lip as Y/n refused to look at him, before reaching over and catching their chin, tugging them around to look at him again. He offered a soft smile. That same one from before, but hopeful now. “I think you could- or, you should at least, stay. Just a little longer.”

Y/n looked up at him with that same nervous hope. “Why?”

Enoch stepped closer, and Y/n felt something in his chest grow warm at the sunset orange slowly curling around and drowning all the other colors. Orange, which was sometimes admiration or idolization, but was most often proof of a crush. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

And Y/n knew he was right.

#enoch oconnor imagine #enoch oconnor x reader #enoch oconnor #enoch oconnor x male reader #miss peregrine’s house for peculiar children #miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader #male reader #mphfpc #mphfpc x reader #mphfpc imagine

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aminiatureworld · 7 years

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Lembas Bread-A Drabble

I wanted to write a cute drabble, there are lots of things going on right now that are weighing me down and I just want to write. So here goes!!!

Gosh that elf was adorable, so ridiculously innocent, just a cinnamon roll if there ever was one.

You guys had been packing for a bit, the pain of everything still palpable, the loss of Mithrandir, what Galadriel had said, everything. So when Legolas saw his favorite food, it was enough to make him break into a huge grin. “Lembas, elvish waybread, one small bite is enough fill the stomach of a grown man.” He said, taking a bite, the most ridiculously cute expression on his face, before turning around to talk to Strider, jumping from the boat you were currently sitting on. By that time you were holding in the giggles, barely managing to keep a straight face. Straying behind, you listened to the conversation of the two hobbits while you restrung your bow, wondering what they would say next.

The hobbits kept their gaze on the blonde elf for a minute before turning to each other. “How many did you eat?” Merry asked in the most natural tone, like they were sitting in their chairs in a hobbit hole, sipping tea and eating scones, not on a crazy journey to destroy the most powerful piece of jewelry in existence. That in itself was hilarious, but the next piece of conversation just broke you.

“Four.” Replied the hobbit, taking a belch at the end of the reply. And you just lost it.

“___ what’s wrong!” Legolas called out, turning around to see his fellow elf gasping for breath, bow at their side, laughing like there was no tomorrow. “What’s so funny?” He asked, confusedly, towards the hobbits, that were just staring at you.

“It’s, it’s nothing!” You managed to get out before erupting in another fit of giggles. Legolas just stared at you, an odd look on his face, something that caused you to laugh even harder. Finally you managed to calm down. “Sorry Legolas, there was just something funny I remembered.” You got out, trying to not start laughing again.

“Okay __, just happy you’re okay.” Legolas said, a suspicious look on his face. You saw Aragorn also was holding back a smile. You flashed a grin at him, before finishing restringing your bow and getting in your boat to continue your journey.

-The End-

Hope ya like! This was just something that I wanted to write, a cute little drabble, but I still hope it has at least some quality!! Have fun reading!!

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muiitos-blog · 7 years

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PERMANENT STARTER CALL FOR LORD OF THE RINGS MOVIE ADAPTATION OF PEREGRIN (PIPPIN) TOOK AS PLAYED BY BILLY BOYD

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grangerdangerfics · 3 years

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Improvidence

A Parkweasel 1930s American Muggle AU drabble

***Written for @dramioneldws‘s rare pair round; find all 21 Parkweasel drabbles (a ~25% ship expansion!) here.***

At exactly 9:00 am, Percy Weasley finds himself gliding towards Grosse Pointe in a chauffeured Parkmobile Falcon, his workday upended before it can begin. He adjusts his tortoiseshell glasses and rereads:

Skeeter’s Scandalous Society Scribbles June 16th, 1936 LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS… PLEASE! A gaggle of glamour girls gone wrong—glibly self-styled as “Lilith’s Spawn”—caused a stir at Eloise Midgeon’s debut when they unleashed several dozen garter snakes during the father-daughter dance. Miss Pansy Parkinson (sole heiress to renowned magnate Peregrine Parkinson’s automobile dynasty) and her pals have previously disrupted this season with mineral oil-spiked punch and unseemly stunts involving stockings. These menace minxes must be taken into hand before they wreak further havoc—perhaps in Newport, where the Parkinsons summer.

The stifling gray city rolls past, ripe with storm. Percy sighs, glowering down at the scrawled note:

WEASLEY— BRING HER TO HEEL POST-HASTE. WILL WITHHOLD HER TRUST OTHERWISE. UNTIL BACK AT BRYN MAWR, WRANGLING BRAT YOUR FULL-TIME JOB. —PP

Parkinson Motors now operates with military precision, 212% more efficient and 387% more lucrative than when Percy first took his position, and no good deed goes unpunished. The reformation of lapsed debutantes lands outside “other duties as delegated,” but refusing would be tantamount to resigning.

Percy sweats into his suit and makes a note to request a salary increase. When Stan deposits him at Parkmont, he removes his hat and rings the bell.

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Percy never leaves work early; the Falcon coasts away from Parkmont at 3:47 pm, nonetheless. Lake St. Clair’s slate surface is jagged beneath a pensive sky.

At his side, a folder. The summer’s social calendar. One first-class rail ticket to Newport. A bonus check impressive enough to belie the need for a raise.

Christ.

She’d kept him waiting all day, perspiring in the Solarium.

Percy closes his eyes. Seeing only bobbed black finger waves and dark, insolent eyes, he opens them again.

He casts his sweat-damp jacket off, something he’s never done outside his home. He yanks his tie free, recalling her impertinent fingers mussing the knot. Testing him.

He still smells orchids, and her perfume. Impossible. Expensive.

Percy, who doesn’t smoke, begs a cigarette off Stan and lights it, fingers shaking.

The decorative bow at the front of her dress, perhaps intentionally askew.

“Re-tie it,” he’d said.

“Yes, sir,” she’d said, all impudence.

But she’d done it, looking daggers at him, deliberately tying it poorly.

“Do I have to show you?” he’d said darkly, his vigilance slipping even before he’d pulled loose the silk ties and worked them, slowly, meticulously, into a low bow trailing over her small, perfect breasts.

He blows smoke out through the open window and counts the seconds between lightning and thunder.

The sky opens, finally. Percy turns his face towards the pouring rain like a child. Lets his glasses smear. Lets his pomade melt. Lets his cigarette fizzle.

Lets the pristine leather interior be ruined, and fuck Peregrine Parkinson.

Even when he is soaked through, he does not close the window. AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29512155/chapters/72548784

#parkweasel #pansy parkinson #percy weasley #hprarepairnet #hp rare pair #hp drabbles #my fic #1930s American Muggle AU

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arizonapoppy · 3 years

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Tolkien Story List

I would love to hear your thoughts on my stories! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are always welcome! Link to my ask box

An omnibus link to all my stories on Ao3 can be found here: Poppy on Ao3 . Note: most of my Ao3 stories are members-locked.

Do not copy my stories to another site.

Chevalier

Pairing: Peregrin (Pippin) Took x Diamond of Long Cleve

Words: 766; Rating: T; Prompt: “do you want coffee? Tea? Or me?”

Genre: Fluff, Humor

On the run from a garlicky suitor, Diamond of Long Cleve is assisted by the gallantry of Peregrin Took.

The Shire Lily in Bree

Character: Original Female Hobbit Character

Words: 2394; Rating: M; Prompt: “Stranger”

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Sexual harrassment, non-consensual kissing

The Prancing Pony’s tavern maid reflects on a disturbing week at work caused by surly new arrivals from the south and the bizarre Underhill Party of Four.

So Far Away

Character: Ensemble Cast

Words: 600; Rating: G; Prompt: “Distance”

Genre: Fluff, 5+1, Humor, Single Drabbles

Something is bothering Pippin before his wedding to Diamond, causing him to draw back from those who love him. A 5+1 series of perfect drabbles.

All the Stars Are Faded

Characters: Finrod, Aegnor, Andreth

Pairing: Aegnor x Andreth

Words: 1460; Rating: G; Prompt: Five Ingredients IV challenge

Genre: Angst, missing scenes

On a camping trip by the Aeluin, Finrod is concerned by his brother’s unguarded attitude toward Andreth.

Imrahil’s Bedtime Tale

Pairing: Aldarion x Erendis

Words: 1921; Rating: G; Prompt: “Night”

Genre: Fairy tales, frame narratives

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth, tells his younger children his new and improved version of the fairy tale of Erendis and Aldarion. (In which the love of a kind, responsible woman and the assistance of the Valar can do a great deal, but can only go so far when a guy Just Doesn't Get It.)

Tapestries and Fate

Pairing: Andreth & Finrod, offscreen!Aegnor x Andreth

Words: 1552; Rating: G; Prompt: museum!AU + magical-realism!AU

Genre: Angst, magical realism

Finrod visits Andreth at her museum, where she works as a conservationist.

A museum + magical realism AU retelling of the Athrabeth for the "Also Appearing" Monthly Challenge at the Silmarillion Writer's Guild.

The Wild of the Helcaraxë

Characters: Fingon & Aredhel

Words: 200; Rating: K+; Prompt: Words of Wit and Whimsy W challenge

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Do not approach wildlife!

A dare between siblings on the icy expanse leads to an encounter with the local fauna.

Come, Leave the Sea and Let Us Run

Pairing: Denethor x Finduilas

Words: 4.6k; Rating: T

Genre: Romance, fluff, epistolary style

Warnings: ecologically-typical harm to small animals, age gap

The Dol Amroth family’s unconventional member is the middle daughter, Finduilas. When she blurts out the first words in her mind rather than restricting herself to polite topics like weather and the state of the roads, she strikes up a curious friendship with Denethor, the family guest.

Glimpses of Sand and Stone

Pairing: Denethor x Finduilas

Words: 3.7k; Rating: T; Prompt: 30-day OTP challenge

Genre: Romance, fluff, drabbles

Warnings: pregnancy

Glimpses of Finduilas and Denethor’s life after “Come Leave the Sea and Let Us Run.” These are drabbles (and a few double drabbles) written on the prompts of the 30-Day OTP Challenge. Also guest starring members of the Dol Amroth family and some original characters.

An Honest Ghost

Characters: Faramir, Ensemble Cast

Words: 2,489; Rating: T; Prompt: Teitho Picture Challenge

Genre: Mystery, Mild horror

Faramir has dealt with many challenges in his jobs as Ithilien Ranger and Steward, but he’s never had to deal with a ghost before.

Forging Old Links Into New

Pairing: Éowyn x Faramir

Words: 4.5k; Rating: G; Prompt: Teitho Picture Challenge IV

Genre: Genfic, courtroom drama

Warning: period-typical racism, culture shock

When the Gondorians attempt to resettle the old lands west of the Ered Nimrais after the Ring War, they run into a clash of cultures with the Dunlendings. Faramir is sent to negotiate a compromise with Éowyn’s help. But how does one determine the facts on the land of people without written history?

Of Kings and Kine:

Characters: Éowyn x Faramir (off-screen Éowyn); Lothíriel

Words: 3k; Rating: T

Genre: Crack

While trying to manage both rebuilding a kingdom and organizing the upcoming wedding festivities for Aragorn and Arwen, Faramir the Steward misunderstands what a servant is trying to tell him. This leads to a nearly intractable situation with one of the wedding gifts, which he needs all his creativity and Ranger skills to sort out.

Rain Falling on the Sunshine

Pairing: Éowyn x Faramir

Words: 442; Rating: G

Genre: Domestic fluff

Éowyn and Faramir are caught in a rainstorm while working in their garden.

World of Faramir

Pairing: Éowyn x Faramir

Words: 510 words; Rating: Mature

Genre: Crack

What if there were a museum devoted entirely to our favorite Prince of Ithilien, just like World of Coca Cola, or Hershey Park, or the Smithsonian Exhibit about Captain America in Winter Soldier? And what if there were commercials for it, just like commercials for World of Coca Cola?

Arthonnen

Character: Legolas

Words: 200; Rating: G

Genre: Double drabble

Legolas subs in as archery teacher.

The Dwarf, The Lonely Mountain, and the Dragon

Characters: Ensemble Cast

Words: 1k; Rating: G

Genre: Perfect drabbles, genfic, fluff

The people of Dol Amroth are a seafaring people, so knots are a key part of life. Knot-tying comes to some of them more easily than others. A series of interconnected ficlets as Ivriniel and siblings put their lessons to use on adventures. Or are they escapades? Misadventures are in the eye of the beholder.

Falling Out

Character: Boromir

Words: 183; Rating: G

Genre: Character study, first person POV

On the evening after Mordor’s surprise attack on Osgiliath, Boromir keeps a lonely watch over the western city ruins and the newly destroyed bridge.

Fracas in the Flet

Pairing: Celeborn x Galadriel

Words: 667; Rating: T

Genre: Crack

Galadriel has it out with Celeborn after the last straw sends her into a fury. And then they make up.

Heletheg

Character: Aragorn

Words: 1400; Rating: G

Genre: Humor, post-Ring War

Warning: death of a pet

This is the story that happens when one types “what year did Aragorn start searching for g” into Google, and it suggests “goldfish,” instead of Gollum. That is, Aragorn has to solve the universal parental dilemma of a child’s dead goldfish.

Out of the Mist

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Words: 100; Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, perfect drabble

Legolas has dreamt of you before you meet.

Thorongil’s Letter

Characters: Aragorn & Ivriniel

Words: 1200; Rating: G

Genre: Adventure

Warning: mild violence

Thorongil is sent by Finduilas to bring Ivriniel home from Rhûn, but Ivriniel can manage just fine, thank you.

Trees, Time, and the Music in Between

Character: Legolas

Words: 2k; Rating: G

Genre: Character study, angst

Warnings: religion

Legolas visits an elven sacred space, and muses on the the intertwining of the shrine’s life history with that of his own.

Where the Stars Are Strange

Character: Aragorn

Words: 2k; Rating: G

Genre: Genfic, adventure

While traveling through Far Harad, Aragorn and his companions discover they each have unusual habits. Eventually, their discussion turns into a star party as they each share the mythology and traditions of their own cultures.

Notation and Improvisation

Characters: Ivriniel, Tar-Ancalimë, Original Female Character

Words: 1800; Rating: T

Genre: Adventure, mystery

Three characters, three stories, three separate ages of Arda, and woven between them is a single codex: The Codex Cuiviénen. Written in Númenor, lost in the Orocarni, and archived in Minas Tirith, these are but some of the adventures it has seen.

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